There is a reason we are built the way we areOur bodies designed for forward motiondeliberately linear With a straight forward piecing gazeLike so many of her self portraits

There is a reason this gaze cannot seem to penetrate the futureImagine seeing your life all at onceBlasted onto the beige wall of a temporary museum exhibitWith all the gentle delicacy of a machine gun.

What someone else has deemed significantIt doesn't even fill much space.Accomplishments might bring some reassurance or directionsBut what of the devastationsIf they were all there to see at onceWho of us could go on?If at the time of her first miscarriage She could have known how many were still awaiting her enduranceHow could she have survived?Our heart can take more than we realizeIf each time we think that this is it.and lose whatever perspective we might haveTo linearity.

Do you see the shape of it formingJust under the textA body outline on the wallThis life she ledThis life you are leadingClose your eyesFeel its formYou just a pinprick in the mistWhat can you see?when there are no straight lines in sight